Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me support,
Like Billy Jean suing Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
I'll have these easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and your viagra,
If was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I'm out the insolent in an instant when
They the rhyme; I'll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate rumours,
Your proof that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the that came from the crop,
I'll move the to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there's no in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a around your neck,
Constricting your like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these arseholes faces G-Strings,
I the world for opposition but I fear the
competition I found was in a mirror.

Verse Two -
When steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to break new like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more asks me what I do, I'll slap them mate,
And them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with hand on their dick,
Honest, if ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm like a cradle bridge, so don't cross me,
I'm explosive; you're a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you give fractures,
These actors keep it real? You're really wak fact,
You spit while I spit the finest chapters,
Perhaps it's to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, and gold when they're actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I it how far we're willing to go to satisfy a craving,
them swallow their tongues like epileptics,
Then I'll it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still rhyme fresh,
I'm on a higher of divineness, so call me your highness,
There's three things that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hilltop Hood the mic.